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Selena’s Story

She was caught.

How did this happen?

As with most things, little by little.

Selena was a high-priced, influential lawyer. At 29, she was the youngest person to become a partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in Phoenix. Her looks didn’t hurt her chances any – her striking blue eyes twinkled with intelligence. Her hair, always stylishly coiffed, shone with its bright natural blonde tones. Her body, encased in the professional business attire that she habitually wore, couldn’t hide the curves generated by her hips, and her generous 36C breasts. But in actuality, she’d achieved the milestone of partnership through hard work – lots of it. She’d put in many 60+ hour work weeks in reaching this position, and the pressures of her job were finally getting to her.

One particularly stressful day, she drove home to her house, fuming. When she got inside, she literally ripped her business clothes off of her body, screaming in anger. Nude, she smashed a vase she’d never really liked much. Knowing she’d have to clean up any mess she made, she took to throwing pillows from her sofa around the room, picking them up again, and slamming them against the wall.

She finally calmed down, and strode purposefully into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. As she sipped it, she glanced down at her body, registering the fact that she was fully naked. She’d really not been thinking all that rationally when she tore off her clothes, so her nudity actually came as a shock.

Sipping again, she became aware of slight currents of air, generated by the air conditioning, washing over her body. “It feels good to be naked,” she told herself. “It’s so liberating being out of those ‘power clothes’ for a change! I should do this more often, for my sanity.”

Thus, Selena started spending more and more time naked when home. During the drive home, she’d open a button or two on her blouse in anticipation. Once she was inside the door, she’d quickly undress. Her attitude was improving, so she removed her clothes without damaging them, unlike the first time.

The availability of her skin sort of made it inevitable that she’d start touching herself. She was single, and hadn’t had a serious lover in years – her work load and hours made keeping such a relationship virtually impossible. At first, she felt embarrassed by doing this, thinking it somehow ‘wrong’ to be feeling herself up. But the pleasure it invoked was like a drug, sending teasing sensations into her brain, lighting up areas there long neglected.

In the beginning, her hands moved over her neck, and her tummy, and her thighs, relatively ‘safe’ areas, and yet very erogenous. In retrospect, she wondered why her former lovers had not spent much time caressing her in these places. As she got braver, her hands wandered around to her butt cheeks. If she moved her hands up and down there, it was reminiscent of the way former lovers’ thighs would brush against her as they had doggy style sex. That triggered some wonderful memories.

When she made the decision to fondle her breasts, she went to a mirror. She looked at the naked woman in the mirror, watching as her hands crept up her torso. But just as those hands reached the underside curves, she closed her eyes, unwilling to observe such ‘depravity’ the first time it occurred. Blindly, her hands explored the tender, sensitive flesh covering her mammaries. She actually gasped when her fingers encountered and explored her areolae. And she hissed with pleasure as her fingertips nudged her rapidly engorging nipples. Keeping her eyes closed, she imagined a lover toying with her there, gently pinching and tugging.

As she felt a strange sensation between her thighs, she quickly removed her hands and opened her eyes. A tiny patch of fluid was visible on her inner left thigh, evidence of how aroused she’d made herself. She wanted to stop, but she also wanted more. She closed her eyes again, and cupped her sex with one hand, slowly moving the wrist of that hand up and down, as her fingers and palm rubbed against herself. Her hand got wetter and wetter as her natural lubrication emerged from her depths.

“This is masturbation,” she thought in dismay. “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. But she found she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, stop. It felt too good. She managed to refrain from the ‘obscene act’ of penetrating herself with her finger. But she had no need. The friction of her hand on her labia, and gradually on her engorging, stiffening, and now partially exposed clitoris was enough to drive her over the edge. With a low moan, Selena came, removing her hands the moment her orgasm manifested.

She collapsed on top of her bed, and, lying there, realized that she felt better than she had in months, her stress levels plummeting. Rationalization set in. “What I just did can’t be all bad,” she mused dreamily. “The way I feel right now, I think I can deal with whatever my work throws at me,” she told herself. A small look of worry appeared on her face. “But I can’t let it get out of control – I can’t do it too often.” That’s what she promised herself. But the very next evening, she masturbated again, this time even allowing a finger to disappear into the hot, wet hole between her labia. Her orgasm this time shook her to her very core.

She was hooked.

Selena purchased a dildo and a vibrator from a very discrete internet site. When she played with them, she couldn’t decide which she liked better. The vibrator’s buzzing certainly stimulated her wonderfully, especially near her nipples and clit. But with the dildo, there was the sensation of her cunt being stretched open and filled, and a truer feeling of being fucked as she moved it around inside her. She found that if she walked her feet up the wall at the back of her sofa, it raised and tilted her pussy in such a manner that she could watch the dildo as she plunged it in and out. Seeing it get more and more coated and slimy with her cunt juices as she played, excited her visually, as well. When she came like that, her cum drizzle from her cunt along her torso to the underside of her tits.

She started fantasizing about being seen as she played. For some reason, rather than being abhorrent, these mental images aroused her even more, because she’d always been a rather prudish person, fully business-driven and focused due to her profession.

One day, on a whim, naked, she walked by her window with the shade drawn up. There was no one nearby outside that window, of course. But Selena could imagine there was, or might be. After a few such experiments, she put on some dance club-type music, and actually danced naked by a window. After the song ended, she raced to her bed and fucked herself long and hard with her dildo, immensely turned on.

When she learned about World Naked Gardening Day (the first Saturday of May), she thought, “Oh, why not?” She thought it a wonderful excuse for being naked outside. Her back yard was quite secluded, anyway. When she went to the nursery to purchase some flats of flowers hardy enough to handle the climate in Phoenix, she was amazed at the several colorful varieties available to her. But, since this was only a few days before World Naked Gardening Day, she knew she was blushing fiercely as the clerk rang up her purchases, certain that he was guessing she’d be naked as she planted them. She had to stop herself from dashing out of the place, like a criminal fleeing the scene of her crime.

When that Saturday arrived, sunny as usual, Selena stepped outside wearing only a sun hat, sunglasses, and gardening gloves. Feeling like eyes were looking at her naked body from all directions, she nervously carried her flats of flowers to the bed she’d prepared. Every time she bent over, she felt gravity pulling her generous tits, making them swing freely forward, and the warm sun run down her back and over her ass. Both sensations were delicious. If she squatted near the edge of the bed, like as not, leaves of grass would reach up and tickle her cunt and ass. It didn’t take long for her nervousness to dissipate, and a feeling of ‘naturalness’ to set in. She found being nude in her garden to be quite soothing.

On a few occasions thereafter, Selena found the courage to masturbate outside, on her back porch. Even though her yard was secluded, she always remained within range of the door to the house, so she could escape quickly inside if something unexpected happened. Still, she found being outside to stimulate herself in this naughty fashion was thrilling, but lacked the courage to tempt fate too many times.

Selena’s frequency of masturbation increased to a couple of times in an evening, and several more over the weekend. Her work didn’t suffer from this. In fact, she became more confident, focused, and efficient in her performance at the office and in court. Her colleagues noticed the difference, and a couple asked what her secret was. She’d always answer with the word ‘meditation’ – this was only belied by the fact that her cheeks reddened slightly when she said it.

Her sensuality having been unleashed, Selena began looking on the internet for videos of other women pleasuring themselves. She bought some more play toys, such as nipple clamps, a speculum, a medical device with a tiny wheel festooned with thin, sharp spines (for testing the neurological action of her skin sensors), and – she blushed furiously as she confirmed this order, but just had to have it – a butt plug.

Thereafter in her play, her nipples experienced the sharp bite and sting of the clamps, followed by the numbing, followed by the shocking sensations of the clamps being removed. But it felt so wonderful when she softly rubbed them once they were freed. She’d lost the feeling of shyness about looking at her own body, evidenced by the fact that she had no shame about inserting the speculum, and viewing her vaginal tunnel with a mirror and flashlight. The sight of her cervix amazed her, and, curious, she carefully used a Q-tip to touch it, and gasped aloud at the resultant excitation.

At first, she had difficulty inserting the butt plug, but she was determined to succeed. Lubing it more freely, pressing and twisting it, hyperventilating slightly from the perceived pain of that tight opening being stretched wider and longer than it had ever been before – she finally felt it settle into place. She smiled triumphantly, and wore it for a full hour, that first time.

Selena found all this self-play very liberating.

The sharp tines on the medical device looked intimidating when she actually held it in her own hand, rather than seeing it used in a video. “Do I really want to do this?” she asked herself. But her pragmatic side replied, “You won’t know, until you actually try it.” So she did. Oh so carefully she touched it to her skin, and with minimal pressure, started it rolling. Not unpleasant prickles were reported, everywhere it touched, and as it rolled, a series of goosebumps formed in its wake. In the videos, other people were in control of this toy, often with the helpless ‘victim’ tied or restrained in some fashion. She wondered what that would be like – trusting another person to use it on her skin.

Taking the concept of being helpless and vulnerable a step or two farther, She purchased a set of police handcuffs from online, and bought a length of soft, sturdy red rope at the hardware store. For her next session of self-play, she used the rope, looping it around and around the base of one tit until the flesh of that tit protruded forward obscenely. She repeated the looping on the other tit, and tied off the rope. She’d tested the action of the handcuffs several times, and was sure she could free herself from them with the key. So, without any qualms, she snapped them onto her wrists.

She walked to the mirror, and looked at herself. Her tits didn’t look like her own, the ropes were distorting them so much. The steel at her wrists gleamed, drawing her eyes. She experimentally tugged at the cuffs, feeling how they restricted and controlled her arms. Her imagination fed her a scenario of someone else having grabbed her, handcuffed her, and roughly tied her tits like this. She got so excited, she tried to rub her cunt against nearby surfaces, which proved arousing, but not satisfying. Racing to her bedroom, she grabbed her vibrator, switched it on, and buzzed it over her nipples. Since her breasts were tied, the vibrations felt oddly different than usual. But when she pressed the vibrator along the side of her clit, it had the desired effect – she came hard, the jingle of the chains connecting the handcuffs blending with her shriek of orgasm.

A week later, Selena was browsing online stores, looking for an even bigger dildo – something at least thicker than her current one. Her eyes dilated with surprise and pleasure with what she found. The dildo was both big and long, with a swollen section at its base. The caption said it was modeled after the cock of a Great Dane. A dog’s cock! Something chimed deep inside her – she had to have it. She even paid for expedited shipping.

Two days later, a plain looking package was waiting on her doorstep. She rushed it inside, tore it open, and found the huge dog dildo, as seen in the ad. Hurriedly, Selena stripped, washed the dildo with soap and warm water, dried it off, and lubed it. Propped up on her bed, with pillows behind her shoulders, she looked down at her spread labia as she worked the dog cock dildo between them. She groaned loudly as her cunt walls finally relaxed enough to let it slide inward. Her eyes wanted to roll back in their sockets as the sensation of being completely filled emanated from her pussy. It only took about ten strokes for her to spiral into a fantastic orgasm!

Purchase of that dildo must have signaled something, because Selena began receiving links to videos of women having sex with dogs. At first, disgusted, she immediately deleted such links. But eventually, even though beastiality was illegal in Arizona, her curiosity got the better of her. She watched a couple of these grainy, poorly made videos, seeing women take on dogs as sex partners. Selena herself was not turned on by the idea of such sex acts. But during subsequent sessions with her new dildo, she began to take it ‘doggy style’ on her hands and knees, reaching behind herself to shove it in and out. It seemed only fitting to use a ‘doggy cock’ in this manner, as if she was a bitch, being bred. The fantasy alone was completely satisfying.

Her masturbation ultimately became commonplace, so Selena decided she needed a bigger thrill. The front door opening to her house had two doors. The inner door was steel, but the outer door was a full length glass storm door. The front of her house faced her long driveway and the street beyond. The enhanced thrill occurred as Selena used her dog cock dildo with the inner door wide open. She’d get on hands and knees looking away from the glass door, with her ass facing the driveway and street. In this position, she couldn’t see if anyone was passing by in the street, or even coming into her driveway. This was low risk, because no one ever visited her. But still, the visions of passersby seeing her like that, head and shoulders pressed to the floor, ass held up high, dog dildo squishing in and out of her dripping cunt, filled her mind. This drove her to some impressive, earthshaking orgasms, especially when she tried to shove the swollen ‘knot’ portion of the ‘cock’ all the way inside her vaginal ring.

Months passed, and Selena got complacent. One Saturday, she was using her dog dildo at her front door, taking her time, edging herself – that is, bringing herself close to orgasm, then backing off, letting her body simmer with excitement. She was so lost in her inner world of blissful haze that she never heard the well-maintained Tesla as it eased quietly into her driveway.

Selena only became aware of the presence of the car’s driver when there was a quiet tap on her storm door. Shocked, she flopped onto her side, the dildo still lodged in her pussy, and looked up through the glass door. There, grinning lasciviously, was Lewis, another partner at the law firm! She saw he was carrying a briefcase in his left hand, but failed to notice that his cell phone was in his right hand, held down by his thigh. Selena scrambled to her feet, yanking the dildo from her cunt. She hunched over and desperately tried to cover her breasts with one hand, and her crotch with the other hand, which also held the dog cock dildo, now sideways. She failed in both attempts. Calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back!” she raced to her bedroom, which gave Lewis a great view of her uncovered ass as she departed.

Her face and neck were crimson when she returned to the front door minutes later, wrapped in her opulent white microfiber bathrobe. She unlocked the glass door, opened it slightly and tried to keep her composure as she asked, “Yes, Lewis? What is it?” This might’ve worked, if her voice hadn’t squeaked from nervousness.

“Hi Selena. Sorry to disturb you at home,” he began, his tone of voice belying his supposed sorrow. “You explicitly stated that the moment we received these documents, they had to be whisked into your hands without delay.” He held up the briefcase. “They arrived by special courier today, and, since it was not too much out of my way, I offered to take them to you.”

She reached for the briefcase through the door opening, saying, “That was thoughtful of you. Thank you very much.”

But Lewis pulled the briefcase back from her reach, and continued, “I had no idea that, by doing this errand, I’d be presented with such a delightful treat, I must say.”

Selena’s first instinct, of course, was to deny. “Why, whatever are you talking about? What treat?”

Lewis chuckled. “This one.” He set the briefcase behind himself, and held up his cell phone. There on the display was a clear image, shot through the glass, of Selena’s ass and thighs, with the dildo halfway buried in her cunt.

“That?” Selena murmured. “That could be anyone.”

“True,” Lewis agreed. “But watch.” Saying this, he started flicking the display. To her horror, Selena realized that Lewis must’ve stood at her door for quite some time before tapping on it. He had image after image of her reaching back to fuck her cunt. Sometimes the dildo was buried all the way inside her, at other times it was almost all the way out, strands of her stickier cunt juices clinging to it. There was even evidence of a bubbly froth around her cunt entrance in a few.

Selena was about to repeat that the images could be anyone, when the series continued. Lewis had also captured image after image of Selena after he’d tapped and made his presence known. The subsequent series showed Selena flopping onto her side – with a lovely side view of her tits, the shocked expression on her face, and her scramble to her feet, holding the dog cock, trying to conceal her nudity. He had clear images of her ass as she raced toward her bedroom. There was no doubt about her identity. She was caught. Her gradual escalations of libidinous behavior had led to this. She’d have to hope he was reasonable.

“Lewis, have your laugh, but please erase those,” Selena begged. “I’d be the laughingstock of the office if those were seen.” She opened the door, allowing him entry as she pleaded.

“Laughingstock?” he echoed. “Oh, I think it’d be worse than that, Selena. It would ruin your credibility, and in turn tarnish the reputation of the entire firm. I doubt that the other partners would allow that to happen. I’d sure hate to see you go, though.”

There was something in his tone of voice that suggested she need to understand that he was only mildly threatening to reveal her actions to the staid, elderly, puritanical partners – especially the managing partner, who, they both knew, would view this as moral depravity, regardless of the fact that the majority of the population masturbated at one time or another. Perhaps it was the obscene image of the fake dog cock that was the most egregious item of all. Selena was a sharp attorney, and she could smell the subtle offer of a deal.

She sighed. “What do you want for their destruction, Lewis? Money?”

“Money?” He laughed. “No, Selena. That’s not what I had in mind at all. Ever since you made partner, you been acting all high and mighty at the office – lording it over the associates and clerks, throwing your weight around. It’s time you showed some humility. You can start by taking off that robe.”

Selena’s jaw fell open. “Take off my robe? You can’t be serious.” But she feared he was deadly serious.

“Do it!” he ordered.

She thought furiously, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she told herself, “He’s already seen my body once. Compliance might appease him.” She untied the belt of the robe, slipped it off, and placed it on a nearby chair. Standing naked before him, she looked him in the eye and asked, “Satisfied?”

Lewis took his time, looking her up and down. His stare was so focused and intense that Selena flushed with embarrassment from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. “It’s a start,” he agreed. “But I’m sure you can do better. Tell you what. I’ll wait here in your living room. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to wherever you stashed that strange dildo of yours. Crawl back to me, carrying it in your mouth.”

Selena’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re joking!” she exclaimed.

“Do I look like I’m joking? Down on your hands and knees and start crawling!” He held up his cell phone and shook it to get her attention, reminding her what was on it.

Heart sinking in defeat, Selena slowly dropped to her knees, and, head lowered, started crawling toward her bedroom. Lewis watched appreciatively as her ass muscles flexed and relaxed as she moved away from him. As he settled himself in a comfortable chair, he reflected on the fact that all the photos he took had already been automatically backed up into the cloud for storage. Even if he deleted them from his phone, he still had them. He smiled in a wolfish manner. He was going to have some fun with this bitch.

Meanwhile, Selena had reached her bedroom. During her crawl, she considered her options. Overpowering him to grab his phone was risky, and probably futile. She had no real friends to call for help. She thought about calling the police – perhaps accusing him of forced entry, or voyeurism, or stalking. But that would only make this whole sordid thing public – very public. She loved her career, and didn’t want to jeopardize it.

Resigned, she put the dog cock dildo into her mouth, and began crawling back to the living room.

As she entered the room, crawling slowly toward Lewis, a strange thing happened. She saw him sitting there, looking confident, composed and certain of himself, as if he was in command. Something altered in Selena’s mindset. She felt shy as she moved toward him. But she felt something else. She felt like she was letting go of the rigid control of her life that she’d maintained for years. It felt something like a relief to be crawling naked toward a person who obviously wanted to take charge. Perhaps Selena’d be able to let go, at least for a while. Her heart thumped faster. And maybe pleasing him would make him less likely to disgrace her.

When she reached him, she lifted her head as if offering the dildo in her mouth to him. She wasn’t sure this was what he wanted, and was actually pleased when he took it out of her mouth.

“Wow!” Lewis said. “This thing is massive! I’m impressed!” He looked down at her. “Turn sideways,” he instructed her. She moved as directed without even thinking about it. He scanned her body. “Your body is even more lovely than I imagined,” he praised. “Your tits are magnificent,” he continued, as Selena’s cheeks blazed red hot at being evaluated.

After a pause, Lewis said, “I believe I interrupted your orgasm by tapping on your door. Here, take this dildo and go ahead and finish,” he told her, holding out the dildo.

Instinctively, Selena grasped the offered dildo, but her hand was shaking with emotion. “Please don’t make me do this, Lewis,” she begged. “This is humiliating,” she moaned.

He locked eyes with her, saying nothing, reading her expression. After a brief pause, he stated, “I think you really want to do this, in spite of your protests. I’ll make you a deal, Selena. Show me your pussy. If it’s dry, you don’t have to do this – but if it’s wet, you must bring yourself to orgasm as I watch. Come on. Show me.”

Selena’s mind created a mental image of herself, naked in front of him, shoving the dildo in and out of her cunt – performing for him. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and her breath became ragged. He was demanding that she spread her legs, and spread her pussy lips, as well. He might’ve glimpsed her cunt earlier, but this wouldn’t be a glimpse – this would be a careful examination. The worst part was, she knew she was wet – she could feel it. Actually, the truly worst part was, she realized that she wanted to obey him. She wanted him to take control and give her orders, so she could finally let go of that rigid control she’d thought about earlier.

Making up her mind, Selena turned to face him and sat back onto her butt. Bracing herself on one hand, she leaned her torso backward as she spread her thighs widely apart. She found she couldn’t maintain eye contact with him at this point, so she looked down at her pussy as her other hand slid two fingers into her slit and forced her labia apart. She was wet, all right. She was so wet that a large drop of pussy juice gathered at the base of her intimate opening, and dripped onto the floor.

Lewis made a wordless sound of appreciation. Up until that moment, he hadn’t been certain that Selena would comply. But there she was, sprawled in front of him, displaying her sopping cunt. He hadn’t realized what an erotic, sensual creature she was, having only seen her no-nonsense behavior at the office. He tore his eyes away from the salacious view of her cunt, and looked upward, past her downy tuft of blonde pubic hair, her flat, muscular tummy’s rhythmic movements with her breathing, her glorious perky breasts that barely wobbled as they rose and fell, and gazed on her down-turned face. Her demure placement of her head contrasted with the bold revelation of her womanhood. He noted that she was gently biting her lower lip, either with nervousness or with passion.

“You’re definitely wet, Selena. You know what you have to do,” he intoned. He wondered if she’d argue.

But Selena only nodded slowly, letting go of her labia, so she could reach for the dildo. Her pussy lips stayed lewdly apart, so she had no trouble touching the tip of the dildo into her vaginal opening. She twisted the dildo back and forth, pressing inward. Her juices lubed it as it rotated, and her cunt lips jerked up and down in alternating directions as the head and shaft of the dildo screwed their way into her receptive depths.

Selena sighed, as she felt it strike the bottom of her honey pot, nudging against her cervix. As she drew it almost all the way out, her cunt gave off a subtle sucking sound, which was followed by a sort of a squish as she plunged it back in. As she moved it in and out, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations. As pleasure began to build, she smiled broadly, and tilted her head back, the muscular cords standing out on her exposed neck.

Lewis was mesmerized by her now wanton display of eroticism. He looked at her widely separated thighs, hiding nothing from his gaze. He delighted in watching the dildo emerge, glistening with her cunt juices. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her deep breaths, bobbing up and down faster and faster as she began to pant.

As Selena’s hand movement accelerated, intensifying her pleasure, she planted her feet and lifted her hips upward. It was almost like she was offering her cunt to him. Like she was offering her sexuality to him. His own heart rate accelerated. He guessed she was close to cumming.

“Open your eyes as you cum, and look at me,” he demanded, quietly, but firmly.

Moments later, almost as if his command had triggered her, she came. He saw her face distort into that lovely agony of her climax, as her eyes locked with his. Even though she was staring right into his face, it was obvious that her eyes were going out of focus, as her orgasm crashed through her. Lewis almost came himself, seeing her release like this! She’d been fucking herself furiously, but as she went into orgasm, she shoved the dildo deep and held it there. Lewis could see the musculature around her vaginal opening clenching and relaxing as if sucking at the dildo, trying to suck semen from it.

For that timeless eternity, Selena’s body shook, balanced on one hand and both feet, as she sweated and gasped. Then, with a long moan, she sank back to sitting on the floor, and slowly drew the dildo free from her cunt. She marveled at the submissive feelings washing through her, realizing that she’d obeyed Lewis’ commands, and freely allowed him to witness. Witness something she’d never let anyone else see before – not even the few lovers she’d had.

She felt very vulnerable, still very submissive, but somehow incomplete. Her clever mind set itself to this issue – this problem – of lack of completion. Her eye happened to glance at Lewis’ crotch, and she saw the bulge in his trousers, evidence of the effect her performance had caused in him. This emboldened her. She licked her lips, which had dried from her vigorous panting. With a quivering voice, she whispered, “Lewis, may I please give you a blow job? Please? I think I really need to suck your cock right now. Please? Before I lose my nerve?”

Lewis’ pupils dilated with surprise, both from her actual request, and from the pleading tone of voice she’d used. He’d never have believed that this was the same, self-assured person he’d known prior to this. She sounded like she feared he might deny her. She seemed to be getting off on being told what to do, at least for the moment. It only took him moments to decide, and to command, “Get over here! Be quick about it! Pull off my pants, and suck and pump my cock until I cum, and show me how much you love doing it!”

Selena reeled back for a moment, almost as if his words had slapped her. Then her eyes sparkled and she scooted forward, and eagerly but carefully pulled his pants and underpants free from his body. As he parted his thighs, she moved between them, rising into a high kneel, and quickly engulfed his dick with her warm, wet mouth.

Her hands went to his balls and the base of his shaft. As she bobbed her head up and down, sucking, she pumped his shaft and kneaded his ball sack. He’d had fellatio before in his life, but never like this – she was sucking him like there was no tomorrow!

Selena herself was amazed at how her body was acting. It was as if some carnal switch had been thrown, giving her free rein to let her inner slut manifest. She didn’t really try to analyze it. She was too caught up in the feel of his cock and balls in her mouth and hands. She was highly aware of his spicy, musky man scent, and the taste of his precum, which her suction was drawing from the depths of his cock. She swallowed lustily and pumped and sucked hard for even more. He’d ordered her to show how much she loved serving him like this, and she was instinctively doing her best to obey.

The only sounds in the room were the obscene slurping sounds she was making on his dick, and his ragged, rasping breathing in response to her actions. Selena couldn’t see it, but Lewis was now gripping the arms of the chair so tightly with his hands that his knuckles were turning white. Suddenly his pelvic muscles went into action, lifting his hips in a rapid rocking motion as if trying to make him fuck her mouth.

Correspondingly, Selena stopped bobbing her head, content to let him drive his dick in and out of her lips, but continued sucking. In the past, when she’d performed a blow job, she’d pulled the guy’s cock out of her mouth just before he started to cum, and let him spill his semen on her tits or belly. But today, for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to drink Lewis’ cum – every drop of it. She wanted to feel his dick jerk and spurt in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his warm seed and feel it course down her throat into her stomach. She sucked harder as his mouth-fucking sped up. She had to have that cum of his.

He gave it to her.

With an eerie keening sound in his throat, Lewis lifted his hips up off the chair, leaving his cock snug in the embrace of Selena’s lips, and felt the ripples of muscular contraction begin. His ball sack elevated, pressing his balls against his groin. Muscular contractions seem to start there, traveling along the intricate internal tubes and glands of his male anatomy, mixing the mystic potion of semen, and then jetting the results into her mouth. His body shivered from the intensity of his orgasm, such that his arms and legs wobbled.

Selena reacted by reaching under his butt and grabbing both of his ass cheeks in her palms, holding him up, and keeping his cock firmly in her mouth as she drank spasm after spasm of what seemed to her to be the most delicious drink in the world. She accepted every bit of what shot from his dick, and even wished there were more. Later, she’d blush as she recalled how wildly ravenous she’d felt at that moment, but for now what she did just felt right and natural.

As Lewis, moaning softly with delight, let his hips lower to the chair seat once again, Selena pulled her hands out from under him. Her hands went to the base of his rapidly softening dick, one hand holding the shaft as the other hand’s fingers stroked up in a stripping action, causing a tiny drop of semen to emerge from the slit in the head of his cock. Smiling, she darted her tongue out and swiped that final drop into her mouth. Her throat rippled as she swallowed it.

Without choosing his words carefully, Lewis uttered, “Gosh, Selena, I had no idea you were such a slut.” Almost at once, he regretted saying it that way.

Selena heard the word ‘slut’ and rather than taking offense, which would have been her normal reaction any day prior to this, found that the word echoed and resonated in her mind, and then pinged its way down into her heart and gut. She realized that the moment she’d crawled into this room, dildo in her mouth, that was exactly how she’d acted. Moreover, her behavior somehow seemed fitting for such a label. So, keeping her eyes submissively downcast, she murmured quietly, “And did this slut please you, Sir?”

Lewis was flabbergasted. Either Selena was an outstanding actress, or she was revealing something very intimate to him. He decided to play along, to try to figure out which it was. “Come sit on my lap, slut, and let me show you,” he ordered.

Selena visibly shook as she rose to her feet and climbed into his lap. He embraced her, and said, “You pleased me immensely. I told you to show me how much you loved doing that, and I’ve never been more convinced.” With that, he kissed her lips. She stiffened momentarily, but then seemed to melt against him, and the kiss became so passionate that it surprised them both.

Selena remained in his lap, cuddled against him, as they discussed what had just happened. Tentatively, she shared how being commanded by him had touched something in her core of which she’d been unaware. She explained how her act of submission to him, of letting him take control, had temporarily freed her from her load of job related stress. He in turn, felt his stresses abate by taking charge of her. They agreed that this interaction would not carry over into the workplace – that would complicate things too much.

But they settled on the fact that Lewis would visit her home, or she would visit his, and when they were alone together, he would dominate her. If either of them found the arrangement unsatisfactory, it would end, with no repercussions. He offered to delete the images he had of her. To his surprise, Selena asked to see them again, and only had him delete the ones in which she felt she looked bad. She wanted him to keep the good ones, but only for his own pleasure. He resolved to do as she asked, making a mental note to clean up what he’d uploaded, too.

Together, they scheduled a get together for the following Saturday. And, during the intervening week, they did find that the routine of the work day was sufficient to allow them to interact in a normal business manner. Both felt refreshed and renewed, and turned those energies into productive work.

During her evenings, however, Selena was looking forward to Saturday, still amazed at how much she wanted to submit to him. Her body craved doing naughty things to him, or even just being slutty while he watched and commented. The days went by OK, at work, but time seemed to crawl during her evenings. Prone to being analytically active, she found the difference between her feelings of power at work versus her feelings of neediness at home to be fascinating.

When Saturday finally arrived, Selena put on her sluttiest outfit, which consisted of a V-neck t-shirt, whose opening dipped almost to her navel exposing the inner sides of her breasts, and a pair of crotch-less panties that she’d purchased on a whim. Shyness again overtook her, as she imagined him seeing her like this. But she was also aroused, feeling her erect nipples poking at the thin shirt material, and her slowly engorging labia poking through the opening in her panties. Last week, she’d given him a blow job. She wondered if this week he might fuck her. But whatever happened, she wanted him to take control again.

When Lewis was due to arrive, Selena positioned herself so she could see her driveway. Dressed as she was, she didn’t want to have to answer the door to anyone unexpected, such as a UPS driver. She’d told Lewis that she was leaving her door unlocked, and that he should feel free to let himself in. As his car entered her driveway, she knelt down in view of the front door, thighs apart, backs of her hands on her thighs, and gazed humbly down at the floor. She was the very picture of submission.

Lewis entered, closing the door behind himself. His eyes dilated in surprise. On the drive over, he wasn’t certain how he’d be greeted. Selena had seemed her normal self all week at work. To be honest, Lewis was half convinced that she might’ve had a change of heart. That their interaction last weekend was an aberration, never to be repeated. He’d feared she might greet him with anger or accusations. But this display of hers – this display could only mean that she enjoyed, or maybe even needed what had happened. She was indicating she was ready for, and wanted, more of the same. He decided to verbally test the waters. She’d not taken offense to the word ‘slut’ last weekend, so he tried the word again.

“So, I see my slut has dressed herself in appropriate garments,” he stated.

Selena’s cheeks flushed a delicate, lovely pink. She needed to respond, but her mouth had gone dry with emotion. She swallowed, and with a trembling voice asked, “Do you approve, Sir?”

“On first glance, yes, I think. But stand up and let me check more closely,” he ordered.

Selena’s chest rose and fell quickly as excitement accelerated her breathing. She tried to be as graceful as possible as she arose. She stood, hands at her sides, uncertain as to how to pose.

She was grateful that he was so explicit in what he wanted. She quickly posed as he’d instructed. As Lewis stepped closer to her, she inhaled his scent, amazed that it was so different than what she noticed in the office. Perhaps this was the scent of an aroused alpha male. She wasn’t sure, but she knew she liked it. A gentle smile formed on her lips.

Lewis took his time examining her, instinctively knowing that this was also something she needed. He ran his fingers through her hair, noting its silkiness. His hands whispered gently over her face and ears, as if he was memorizing her appearance by touch. As his hands stroked her neck, shivers of excitement coursed through her body – he’d found an erogenous zone she’d never realized she had. He stroked out along her collarbones, and then along her arms to her hands, raising goosebumps where he touched. They were both breathing a little faster.

Lewis’ hands traveled down the sides of her torso, skimming the outer edges of her breasts. He smiled as he saw her nipples poke forward even more firmly into her T-shirt material. He gently thumbed her nipples through the cloth, saying, “It appears that these are struggling to be freed.” Selena moaned softly with need as his hands pulled at the V-neck, dragging the stretchy material down and sideways until both her breasts were fully exposed. The edge of the V-neck ended up caught at the underside curve of her tits.

“That’s better, don’t you think?” Lewis asked her, toying with the sensitive tissues of her areolae and nipples with fingertip pads.

“Oh my god… yes!” Selena gasped, struggling to hold still as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Her tummy fluttered as he ran his hands smoothly across it, on his way to kneeling in front of her.

Lewis looked at her labia, poking through the opening in her crotch-less panties, but his hands went to the sides of her hips, and began stroking down the outsides of her thighs. He knew that anticipation was making her wild. He caressed her legs and feet, and reached around her to stroke up her calves, the back of her thighs, and buttocks. The only thing he’d not touched was her sex, and they both knew it. Selena’s thighs were quivering as she waited.

Kneeling this close to Selena’s crotch, Lewis could smell that lovely scent that emerged from her pussy. Her labia were so puffy now that they had pulled apart from each other a small amount, opening her slit. Wetness coated their inner surfaces – wetness leaking from her cunt. He glanced up. Selena was staring straight ahead, rather than daring to look down at what he was doing. Her hands were still behind her head, but her elbows were shaking. He watched her face as he reached out to let his finger gather some wetness from her slit, and then slowly sink into the depths of her warm, warm pussy.

Selena thought she was prepared for him touching her intimate region. She was wrong. She was completely unprepared for the intensity of her body’s reaction to the probing of his finger into her vaginal tunnel. She’d been so keyed up by all the erogenous sensations generated by his tactile, detailed examination of her entire body that, the moment his finger sank inward, she climaxed!

“Aaaaahhhhh!” she cried, as an orgasmic shock wave ripped through her core.

Lewis was astounded! In his mind, he’d only touched her pussy with a finger, and she was cumming? He hadn’t processed that all of his earlier touches and caresses had created a cumulative effect. He didn’t really care, to be honest. He just reveled in watching Selena cum, her hands still behind her head, her feet still shoulder width apart as she moved her pelvis in short up and down thrusts, actually fucking herself on his finger to prolong her orgasm.

After her breathing returned to normal, and her thrusting movements ceased, she flushed with embarrassment at this overt display of her utter need for his attentions. “Thank you, Sir,” she managed to articulate.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, grinning. They made eye contact. “It’s quite all right for you to give in to your inner slut when you’re with me, Selena. I gathered that’s what these ‘sessions’ are all about.” He thought a moment. “From what I saw last week, I think you like being naked, don’t you? Answer truthfully.”

Selena, swallowed hard, steadying herself, and told him, “Actually, I adore being naked, Sir. I love the feeling of air on all my body.”

Lewis smiled. “So, have you ever been naked outside?” he asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of World Naked Gardening Day. But this year, I decided to participate. I was completely naked as I planted those flowers in my garden out back, other than wearing a sun hat, sunglasses, and gloves,” she told him.

“Put your arms down, slut, and show me this garden,” he commanded.

Selena led him into the back yard to her flower bed. “Here it is, Sir. These are my flowers.”

“I see. And very pretty they are. But look at all those weeds. Give me your T-shirt and panties, and get busy weeding,” he instructed her.

Selena stripped off the scant clothing she’d been wearing, handing them to Lewis, and bent to her task. Lewis went back to her house and sat on the back porch, watching her work. It may have been his imagination, but it seemed that while she was busy pulling out the weeds, Selena found positions to display herself to him. He was treated to lovely views of her ass and spine when she faced away from him – and a few times her thighs were far enough apart to show him both her ass hole and cunt lips. When she faced him, she often stooped down, thighs apart, giving him full view of her cunt. Her magnificent breasts were on display anytime she faced him or was turned sideways. He wasn’t bored, watching.

After she’d finished, he asked, “Do you have anything cool we can drink?”

“Yes Sir. I have freshly made lemonade in my refrigerator, if that would please you.”

“That sounds perfect. Fetch us each a glass,” he said.

As she passed by him, he gave her bare ass cheek a playful spank, which actually made her titter with delight.

They sipped their lemonade on the back porch, he clothed, and she naked. Selena glowed with pleasure at being nude, being outdoors, and being with him. Everything he was doing seemed somehow to be exactly what she craved.

“I now know you’ve done naked gardening – I’ve seen it with my own eyes. What other naughtiness have you done?” Lewis asked.

She decided to tell him what she perceived to be the most perverted first, to get it out of the way. She hemmed and hawed a bit, before answering, “I bought a butt plug.” His eyebrows rose, but he said nothing, so she continued, “I also got nipple clamps, a neurological wheel, and a speculum. You already know about the dildos, and you probably can guess I have a vibrator. Oh. And I’ve danced naked by my windows, for time to time.” Her cheeks radiated heat by the time she’d finished.

After a lengthy pause, she added, “I almost forgot. I also purchased handcuffs, and a good amount of some very nice, soft rope.”

This news made Lewis’ pupils dilate. Selena held her breath momentarily as he mulled this new information over in his mind. She hoped that she was not coming across as a truly perverted freak. Maybe she’d shared too much information. She was now breathing slow, shallow breaths, afraid to make another sound until he spoke.

Finally, Lewis broke the silence. “It sounds to me that you’re gradually attempting to find more and more ways to stimulate yourself. Have you also been watching bondage videos? The handcuffs and rope seem to indicate that.”

Selena nodded, shyly, in confirmation.

“I can see you handcuffing yourself, but what did you do with the rope, all alone?” he asked, quite curious.

“All right. I think we can do better than that. Go and get those handcuffs, the rope, a vibrator, and a pillow from your bed, and meet me in your living room.”

Selena jerked slightly in her seat, with her eyes flying wide open. “I think I know what he has in mind,” she told herself silently. “Do I really want this?” reverberated in her mind. The decision was almost instantaneous. She trusted him, and imagined he was just planning to satisfy another craving of hers. She got up and went to get what he required.

As she entered the living room, carrying everything, she saw him standing next to her sturdy coffee table. He took the pillow from her, and placed it on top of the table. Since he was unfamiliar with handcuffs, she showed him how to double lock them, which would prevent them from closing too tightly on her wrists, if she braced herself on them, and also how to unlock them. He tested their action on her wrists a few times, locking them and unlocking them.

“OK. Kneel next to the coffee table, and place yourself face down on the pillow, my little slut,” he commanded.

Heart fluttering, and butterflies doing their best to wing their way out of her stomach, Selena felt the carpet on her knees as she knelt down, and the softness of the pillow on her tummy and chest as she stretched out. As Lewis stepped near her wrists, she held them up, to be cuffed. They both heard the ratcheting sounds as the cuffs closed. Selena was so excited that muscles were quivering along her spine, thighs, and calves.

Lewis took the rope, doubled it against itself, and tied it around Selena’s lower thigh, near her knee, making sure it was not so tight that it might cut off her circulation. Then he secured the loose ends of that rope section to a coffee table leg. Selena had to inch her knee sideways to permit this. Lewis repeated his actions at Selena’s other thigh. When he was finished, she was secured with her thighs wide open, and the ropes prevented them from more than a tiny bit of movement.

He had lots of rope left, so he took it to the other corners of the table, tied it between them, and then extended a length from the center of that cross rope, up to Selena’s handcuffs. He looped it through the chain that connected them, and then shortened the rope until Selena was stretched out along the pillow, her wrists above her head, reaching toward the other end of the table. She turned her head sideways on top of the pillow, her eyes betraying a tiny amount of fear.

Lewis noticed. “If you want me to untie you, Selena, just say so. I’m not doing this against your will. I’m trying to see if this is where you want to go,” he said, his tone of voice gentle and soothing.

Selena visibly relaxed, hearing that. “No. Please. I’m fine. It feels strange being tied to this table, and I feel very vulnerable, I must confess. But its also quite exciting at the same time. If I start to freak out, and want to be freed, I’ll tell you.”

Lewis said, “It’s important that we trust, and the trust has to go both ways. You trust that I’ll not intentionally do anything harmful to you. And I trust that you’ll be honest and tell me if things are not to your liking. I’ve heard that people playing like this usually have a safeword – a word that means ‘I really want you to stop and let me go’ and it’s not ambiguous at all. Should we have one?”

Selena was familiar with the concept, so she smiled, thinking about where she was bound, and said, “That’s a good idea, Sir. My safeword will be ‘coffee’ if that’s OK with you.”

Lewis laughed. “You imp!” he said, giving her butt a spank.

Selena shrieked as her ass experienced that sudden sting, but broke into laughter herself. She was starting to enjoy being restrained.

“Now, my dear slut,” Lewis began, as he ran his fingers over her well exposed labia, delighting in seeing her squirm as he did this, “you have two options. I can fuck you with the vibrator you brought me, or…” He stopped talking.

Selena’s heart was leaping around in her chest like it had forgotten its proper location. She couldn’t wait to hear the alternative, but Lewis was teasing her with silence. Finally, she groaned, “Or what, Sir?” Both of them were a little startled at the husky and lusty tone of voice she put into those three words.

Lewis answered her. “As I was saying, I can fuck you with the vibrator you brought me, or… I can fuck you.”

Selena gasped loudly. There it was. His offer to actually fuck her. Every evening during the week, her thought had gone to having his cock in her cunt, rather than just in her mouth. She took a breath, and whispered, “Please fuck me.”

Lewis heard her, but said, “What? What did you say? I couldn’t hear.”

Again hot blood flooded Selena’s cheeks. She’d never begged a man to fuck her, as far as she could remember – they’d always begged her. But she wanted him, and humiliating as it was to beg, she was going to do so. Turning her head to look at him, she said loudly and clearly, “Please fuck my cunt, Sir. Please take your lovely dick and shove it into my naughty pussy. Please fuck me hard – use me.” She swallowed hard to make certain the rest was clearly understood. “You don’t have to worry about a condom, either. I’m safe. If you wish to spurt your semen into my wet little pussy, I’d love that too.”

Lewis almost ejaculated into his pants, hearing her earnest plea. Controlling himself, he said, “Very well. Prepare to be fucked, slut.” He began taking off his clothes.

By the time he was naked, Selena’s cunt was sopping wet, oozing cunt juices. Tied as she was, with one of her fantasies about to come true, she could barely contain her excitement. She was almost afraid that she was going to orgasm before his cock even touched her. As it was, when he finally straddled her, and slid his cock slowly into the hot, wet sheath she’d prepared for him, she did cum, writhing against the pillow and biting it as she shrieked. Again, Lewis almost lost control and joined her in orgasm, but he held back. He really wanted the pleasure of fucking her like this.

He kept his cock motionless in her depths until she’d recovered from her climax, and then grabbed her hips and began pumping in and out of her. Selena’s loud sounds from her panting blended with the wet liquidy squishing noises and gentle pussy farts emerging from her cunt as Lewis fucked her. They both lost track of time as he used her body now for his pleasure.

Highly excited, Selena pulled at the ropes that bound her thighs, and tugged her wrists at the handcuffs and the rope that held them in place as her muscles convulsed time after time. Being restrained and vulnerable like this actually heightened her arousal, precisely because she felt his lust as he used her, without her being able to do a thing about it. This was her submission to him again. Letting him use her for his pleasure. And even though she was not focused on trying to receive pleasure herself, the sheer aspect of this situation brought her to peak after peak. Some of her orgasms were silent – others were quite vocal. She lost count of them.

Lewis was aware of at least a few of those orgasms, and was thrilled she was enjoying being like this. Since he was closely paying attention to her body reactions, it actually delayed his own orgasm much longer than he’d ever experienced before. But suddenly, almost unexpectedly, his own arousal peaked, and his cock started spewing hot semen into her depths. After several spurts with his cock motionless, he pumped it in and out a couple of times, and it shot out a few more surges of cum, before he finally felt drained.

By this point, Selena believed herself too exhausted to cum again, but when she felt Lewis’ cock twitching and jerking deep inside her, she knew he was releasing his seed, and that thought sent her cascading into another glorious orgasm.

Fully spent, Lewis briefly stretched out on top of her, applying his sweaty warmth to her sweaty warmth, and kissing the nape of her neck, which caused her to moan with delight. After resting to allow them to catch their breaths, he unlocked and removed the cuffs from her wrists, and untied her thighs. Surprisingly, Selena remained draped on the pillow for quite some time, perhaps unconsciously wanting to give him more time to look at her naked, glowing body. When Lewis noticed that her still dilated cunt was threatening to spill his semen on the floor, he strategically placed his underpants to catch the drips.

After a while, as Selena started to move, Lewis handed her a couple of tissues from a nearby box saying, “You might need these. I’m not sure how long you’ll be dripping.”

As Selena applied the tissues to her cunt, she noticed the globs of semen that had landed on his underpants, and chuckled. “You sure do shoot one hell of a load, Sir!” she commented. Then she climbed into his lap, and accepted the ‘aftercare’ that he instinctively provided.

Thus, the two of them established a pattern that pleased them both. Weekends were devoted to hedonistic pleasures. Lewis got adept at tying up Selena, and using her toys on her to give them both pleasure. They bought a few more toys, too, and on rare occasions even played outside, careful to not be observed or heard by the neighbors. But Selena shared that being tied to the coffee table and fucked by him was still her very favorite thing to experience.

However, that was soon to change.

On that memorable Saturday, Selena was again cuffed and tied very securely to the coffee table. New ropes had been added over the months, one passing across the small of her back, and tied under the table – others tied to one elbow, passed under the table, and secured to the other elbow. Selena had found that the more she was immobilized, the better she liked it. So she was trussed up, and quite unable to move much at all, when Lewis went back out to his car.

Selena barely had time to wonder where he was going, when he returned, carrying a small blanket, and leading a good-sized German Shepherd on a leash! “Slut, meet Thunder. Since he’s purebred, when I bought him, I had some vague idea of renting him out for stud services, so I never had him fixed.” He walked the dog closer and turned him in a circle. “See those lovely balls of his? You can’t see his cock, really, because its still in its sheath.”

Selena’s pupils were so dilated that he could barely see her irises. “Sir,” she began, her voice squeaking, “are you planning what I think your planning?”

He smiled at her. “Remember the first time I saw you, slut? You were fucking yourself with a dog cock dildo. I thought that maybe you’d like to find out what a real one feels like. Or do you want to safeword?” He looked at the dog. “Sit, Thunder.” As the dog sat on his haunches, facing Selena, perhaps he caught a whiff of her pussy scent, because the pink, pointed tip of his cock peeked a little from the end of his furry sheath. His tongue lolled as he panted.

In an internal dialogue, Selena argued with herself. “No! You can’t! It’s nasty and filthy and perverted!” one voice said. The other voice rebutted, “It’s a cock, and the dog won’t be forced! I’ve seen videos of women mounted by dogs, and they looked like they were in ecstasy!” The first voice shot back, “You’ll hate yourself – go ahead and safeword!” The second voice won out, though, saying, “I’ll really hate myself if I pass up this opportunity to experience this firsthand. Lewis won’t let anything bad happen – he never has – so shut up!”

Aloud, Selena said, “I’m willing to try, Sir, as long as the dog is not coerced in any way. But I don’t want to be scratched by those paws of his, please.”

“That’s what this blanket is for,” Lewis explained. He draped it over Selena’s body from the base of her neck to the top edge of her butt cheeks. “And certainly, no coercion. I’ll just lead Thunder to your cunt. I think that he’ll lick you for certain. Whether he gets so aroused that he wants to mount you – well, that’s his decision. You just hold still like a good little bitch, and try to convince him you’re in heat.” He spread towels on the floor around the base of the table, in case this got a bit messy.

Selena actually giggled. “Sir, around you, I’m always in heat. I’ve proved that month after month,” she teased. Her giggles were cut off abruptly as she shrieked loudly. Thunder had silently sniffed her cunt once or twice as she was talking, and then slathered his long tongue along her cunt. He’d started low, down by her clit, and gone all the way up and past her ass hole. Selena’s shrieks continued as Thunder licked the entire length of her cunt several more times.

Her shrieks went up an octave or two when the dog decided that her vaginal tunnel was the main source of her enticing taste and smell. He dug his tongue inward in a scooping action and lapped her internal walls, turning his long snout side to side to scour their sides and roof. A dog’s tongue is usually quite long, so at the correct angle, its tip lapped and poked the extremely sensitive tissue of her cervix. The more he lapped, the more excited Selena got. The more excited she got, the more lubrication she made. The more lubrication she made, the more he lapped.

Lewis was watching as Selena experienced her first orgasm from being licked by a dog. She cried out unintelligible syllables,and she shook so hard the coffee table shifted slightly. He could see that Thunder was excited, as well. The dog’s long, darkly veined penis had slid fully out of its protective sheath, and was emitting a fine mist of canine precum from its pointed tip.

“His cock is out, slut,” Lewis informed her, as he snapped a picture of it with his cell phone. He wanted Selena to be able later to see what he could see from his viewpoint. “Listen to his whining. That’s the sound he makes before he climbs onto his bitch. I think he wants to breed with you now – to make you his bitch. If he shifts position to climb onto you, I’ll just hold your pussy lips open, so he doesn’t miss his target.”

Sure enough, moments later Thunder made a deep warning growl in his throat. It didn’t sound menacing – it sounded like he was saying, “Look out bitch. I’m going to fuck you now.” She felt Lewis’ fingers parting her labia, and an unusual, wet, stabbing sensation as Thunder’s misting cock poked her tissues a few times as he blindly sought to connect with her.

And then he connected.

His cock found her vaginal opening, and with absolutely no finesse whatsoever, he rammed his cock inward and started humping her – hard and fast! At seemed that one second he was not inside her, and the next, he was fucking her with complete abandon. Dogs have one focus – one set of procedures, First, mount the bitch. Second, get the cock into her hole. Third, pump until you get that cock deep enough that the knot section at its base works its way inward past her vaginal ring. Fourth, inflate the knot to firmly seal her cunt opening. And fifth, spurt as much semen in as possible, giving the sperm impetus into her womb, ensuring the best chance at impregnation. Of course, these procedures are not written out anywhere – they’re instinctive.

Thunder’s front paws were pushed into the blanket covering the shelf of Selena’s hips, pressing so he could drive his dick into her as deeply as possible. He was following his instincts, claiming this new bitch as his own. He didn’t care if the bitch was being pleasured by his actions. He didn’t care if she was cumming. He was breeding her, pure and simple.

However, Selena was experiencing one of the most intense fuckings of her life! Her conscious mind was interpreting this intensity as passion – as lust. And her body reacted to that intense passion. During the original onslaught of pumping, she came so hard that her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets, and she sucked a deep breath so she could scream her release. And still Thunder hammered away at her cunt, his swollen ball sack beating against her labia and clit.

Then Selena felt a new sensation. It was right near the entrance of her cunt. It felt like a balloon was being inflated, stretching her tissues prodigiously. She cried out, “What’s happening down there!?”

“That’s just his knot, Selena,” Lewis explained, reassuringly. “Part of his cock swells, sealing the bitch’s opening. It’s so his semen is less likely to leak out.”

Thunder stopped humping as he felt his knot inflate, because any further movement, once tied to his bitch, could damage both of them. He didn’t need to move. His internal mechanisms kicked him into ejaculation mode, and his penis tip softened slightly as it began shooting his semen into the bitch. Like a heavy pressure fire hose, whipping back and forth, Thunder’s cock tip actually vibrated inside Selena as he spewed his seed into her. And it was a lot of seed.

Selena felt that curious vibration, as she also experienced a palpable flow of hot semen flooding her vagina. The flow continued, and the pressure built up. The knot sealed the vaginal entrance, so the rising flood had only one direction to go – through her cervix and into her womb itself. Selena had never felt a hot flow of fluid going into her womb before. True, once a month there was a flow coming out, but it didn’t feel like this at all. More semen emerged from the canine cock, and her womb was filled to overflowing. Semen was being forced even into her Fallopian tubes and abdomen.

Having a side view, Lewis fancied he could see her belly pooch out a trifle from all that semen. He’d been documenting what he could with his camera. Thunder’s tongue was lolling and dripping saliva as he panted, dumping the body heat generated by his muscles’ contractions. Some drooled onto Selena’s neck. He lowered his muzzle and lapped his saliva up. That erotic sensation sent Selena into quivering, but she was too exhausted to cum again.

The dog and his new bitch remained knotted for about 12 minutes. During that time, Lewis knelt level with Selena’s head and stroked her hair soothingly. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.

“It’s so hard to describe,” she murmured, obviously in a sort of blissful doze. “I feel his warm fur all along my back through this blanket. I feel his belly press against me with each of his panting breaths. His spittle rains down on my neck from time to time, but he laps it up with his wonderful tongue, sending waves of erogenous sensation through me.”

“Oh lord, yes. My cunt entrance feels like there’s a bowling ball blocking it. It hurt at first, but now it only hurts if he tries to move.” She winced as the German Shepherd shifted positions slightly, causing the dog to whine briefly. “See? He’s testing, to see if he can back out of me yet, I guess. Not only is the entrance stretched, but he shot so much cum into me that I feel bloated. It’s like I ate too much of a delicious meal.” She smiled, a satisfied, sated expression on her face.

When Thunder’s knot deflated enough that he was finally able to dismount from Selena, his cock made a rather noisy, obscene squelching sound as it pulled free from her cunt. As the dog bent his head to lick his cock clean, Lewis took a couple of pictures of Selena’s grossly dilated vaginal opening, with glob after glob of dog semen oozing out of it.

Then Thunder started licking Selena’s cunt. At first, Lewis thought the dog was cleaning her off. But then he noticed the wily canine was actually vigorously licking her labia closed. He was making them close and stick together, probably to keep his semen bottled up inside his bitch. Again, this is an adaptation to help ensure impregnation. Of course, this works better if the female remains on all fours. But once Lewis untied Selena, and helped her to stand up, gravity forced the semen to slide downward and out between her pussy lips.

Selena quickly reached down, cupping her hands, to try and stop the fluid from spilling all over the floor. Most of it remained in her womb, so her hands were able to adequately capture what spilled out. Ever curious, she sniffed the dog semen. It had a strange, but not unpleasant, inky sort of smell. She touched her tongue to it, tasting it. “Hmmm. This semen actually tastes sweeter than yours, Sir,” she reported.

Lewis knew what his own semen tasted like – he’d sampled it from Selena’s mouth and lips many times. Since she’d braved tasting the dog semen, his manhood demanded that he do the same. He cautiously dipped his own tongue into the pool in her hands. Judiciously rolling it around in his mouth, his wary expression cleared. “Not bad at all,” he agreed. “Maybe sometime I’ll have you give Thunder a blow job,” he added with a grin.

Selena smiled in response. “Then I’d better get used to the taste.” So saying, she sucked the pool of dog semen out of her palms, swallowed it, and proceeded to lick her palms clean. “But its smell is very pervasive. I really need to shower this off. I hope the smell goes away before Monday – I can’t go to the office smelling like this,” she declared.

In the shower together, they had a fun-filled time soaping each other off, and working fingers into various openings to clean the internal surfaces as much as possible. The two of them even fucked under the cascading water, and Lewis deposited his own load of semen into her cunt, which pleased them both.

After drying off, they cuddled on the sofa, and Lewis showed her the pictures he’d taken. Selena marveled at the images, seeing the size and shape of Thunder’s cock just before he mounted her. Another image showed him on top of her, as he humped the bound woman. Lewis had taken a closeup view of the dog’s fully inflated knot, sealing Selena’s cunt. Selena blushed when he showed her the pictures of her cunt once Thunder had dismounted. She gasped at how much it gaped from being so stretched, and also the amount of cum being disgorged from it. She giggled as she recalled the feeling of Thunder licking her pussy lips closed to seal her as she viewed those final images.

“Is my cunt ruined now?” Selena asked in mocking tone. They both knew, from their wonderful sex in the shower, that it was not, But Selena demanded that Lewis examine it closely to make certain. Which he was all too happy to do – visually, digitally, and orally – which led to more agreeable play.

When they were cooling down, Selena stated, “I hope you won’t be mad, Sir. But being tied to the coffee table like that, and being fucked by Thunder is my new favorite thing for experiencing raw passion. And I hope we do more of that.” Lewis’ face took on an expression of concern. But he became mollified when she continued, “But serving you, submitting to you, obeying you, and having sex with you, is more satisfying to my whole gamut of cravings – something a dog can never replace. You’re fulfilling needs I never knew I had.” Lewis kissed her, and the kiss was both passionate and tender.